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00:22:49
Christopher McCulloch, James Urbaniak, Doc Hammer
6
We've lost stabilizers! Retrorockets are offline...
Your administration's in the crapper, and you need...
Wait! Does it matter if it's the new fives or the old ones?
One, two, three... nine, ten. Jinx! You owe me a coke!
That drooling, foul-mouthed, pervert of a man...
Vultures, Buddy! Everyone's gonna want a piece of you now...
A microchip! Microchip! It's in the back of his head.
We've lost stabilizer! Retrorockets are offline...
So, why'd you beat my little boy up and steal his girlfriend, blondie?
Mr. President, this man's an assassin programmed to kill you!
- I've done it before. - With a sucker punch.
let's have another round of applause for the good Colonel.
Not even the remake with Denzel? Come on!
Well! Hey, there, nephew! What are you doing?
Hell, my VP is under indictment.
That little bastard!
- I've secured a perimeter. - That's great, Houser.
Gassed up and on the runway, Chairman.
Remember when I called to tell you I'd been accost on Gargantua-1?
He's embarrass by his mother.
until you sullied it with your Brando-esque sensuality...
You invent the $5.00 bill?
- You smash the remote. - Well, unplug it then. Whatever.
One, two, three... nine, ten. Jinx! You owe me a coke!
Please. We'll both be off the hook when he feast his eyes on what I have to offer.
he wouldn't have started them fires or stolen all that lacrosse equipment...
How dare you even imply that I did!
Except the one in the blue dress that smell like this.
Oh, quit blowing smoke up the boy's ass, Breyer.
- Why is that exactly? - Is that suppose to be a joke?
as she burn up on re-entry.
I was waking up in an army hospital in Iranistan.
Wait a minute. I recognize this.
Like you boys never experiment.
You throw the old broad a mercy lay...
Well, I promise my wife and Jesus I wouldn't anymore.
I'm terribly sorry, sir.
Allow me to formally make your acquaintance...
Why don't you come see me privately in the Oval Office?
Literally!
Maybe if I had hugged my thick-headed son more...
Apparently, stopping my bodyguard from beating up a repressed masturbator...
Unfortunately, yes.
I don't think the agency could possibly demote you...
Slow down, Buddy.
- Why is that exactly? - Is that supposed to be a joke?
my boy had a little crisis of conscience earlier.
You two were alone on that thing for years.
Well, perhaps we should call it a night, eh, folks?
but, damn it, sometimes they're just bad apples.
Sorry doesn't quite make up for deflowering my Eve.
Do you like that? I almost said Flash-In-the-Pan Gordon.
then you're super concerned about security.
That's not actually a word, but, yes!
A man of bravery, integrity, and indomitable spirit...
Really? And that's all you remember about the whole darned thing?
Apparently, stopping my bodyguard from beating up a repressed masturbator...
and he's embarrassed by me?
Could this be any more embarrassing?
Any of my secretarial staff.
This is ridiculous. Your mother just...
Because in these uncertain times, what could be more important...
I was just a bit overwhelming having a body again.
Exactly! Wait, no! That's insane.
Why don't you stop bothering my son, you awful little nobody!
That drooling, foul-mouthed, pervert of a man...
battery-powered, invisible force field.
At least the wine is decent. Keep it coming, honey!
These aren't a bunch of fake pirates or dinks in rubber butterfly suits, Doc.
Well, I could try to generate an artificial Einstein-Rosen bridge...
The Bureau can't find a damn thing on you...
Well, that's OK. I like the strong and silent type.